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Cognitive behavioral therapy
is also compassionate WinWin behaviors with positive belief,
active good faith
both natural and spiritual,
abiding health only in co-relational solidarity,
Left with Right
YangNature passioning YinSpirit
ego- with eco-therapy.
Ego's behaviors expressing EcoHabitat's cooperatively owned beliefs,
Integral bilateral faith
in environmentally impassioning communal output
Healthy outcomes invite further non-violent communication,
active hope grows WinWin integrally multilateral democratic discernment
and communal Trust
in interdependently individual Truths
unveil more than their summed parts,
exponential empowering ego with eco-interdependent
compassionate enlightenment.
Polypathic pan-paradigmatic spans
for and of tran-systemic EarthBound passions
spawn healthy DNA seeds,
root systems dynamically internal
and external deep-creolizing organic nutritional webs
defining refining ZeroZone networks
for future co-passion planning
places in spaces
timing timeless traces
To re-incarnate grace,
transparent truth and beauty living,
vulnerably loving
bicameral YangYin external with internal cooperating ownership
co-passion administrations
engaging deductive/inductive communications
verbal and non-verbal peace managing
therapeutic cognitive/affective health
now at wealth-optimizing climaxing hand
and bicamerally opulent mind
and bilateral ego/eco-therapeutic behavioral belief,
humbling humane LeftTruth with divine RightBeauty
integrity communion potential,
cooperative gratitude dominant, without prominent
negative ego-attitude, today
this timeless day
more gracefully recessive.
CognitiveAffective compassioning therapy
for and of this our GreenEarth
informing with exflowing co-operative health vocations,
co-investing positive behaviors
in robust democratic belief systems.
If you think the nightmares
You have as a kid
Are really all that scary
Then have a listen to this
With your monsters in the closet
Boogie men under the bed
Werewolves at the window
Ghosts floating overhead
They don't even come close
To the stress of the adult
Let me take the time to enlighten you
To the real nightmares through this poem
There's the annoying bill collector
Always beating on the door
As your Uncle Sam AKA the Tax Man
Is always wanting more
And just when you think gas prices
Have reached the ultimate peak
They raise the price 20¢ over night
Then double that the next week
How about your job down sizing
And not inviting you along
With your entire lot now in a box
Sold down the river with a song
And let's not forget the aches and pains
That magically appear
Over every square inch of your body
Year by year by grueling year
Or when the doctor comes in the room
And asks you to sit down
Informing you in a week or two
You'll no longer be around
So if you want to swap nightmare stories
You'd better pull those covers tight
Cause adulthood has some doozies
Sweet dreams kid and good night
Just a fun little bedtime story to read to the kids!
For happier me,
to healthier me,
with hotness We,
informing relationships
emerge EarthBound sacred
co-invested communions
inter-religiously sacramental.
I do not insist
you share this integral worldview.
Yet, I do recommend
invite
exhort
prophesy
endorse
urgently proclaim
this holistic way,
trusted truth,
and loving life
merging past healthy resonance
toward future wealthy resilience
More clearly EarthTribe's land
of happiness and prosperity
when compared
to secularizing divisions,
perpetual debate
about how to PowerOver
rather than empower with
and within
Without CAPITALIZING EarthMatricide
GenoCidal EcoCides excluding
inclusive EarthMatrimony
Outing Alpha integrity
anticipating love's compassion
for LeftHemisphere verbal
therapeutic MeWe bipartisan conversations
Expressing
impressing Elder RightHemisphere
sacred co-invested feelings
for co-empathic regenerative consciousness
Co-operatively polyphonic
polypathic co-governing
integrity of sacred EarthTribe's communal
bilaterally sacramental
O-Mega Balance Point
Back and forth
exhaling and inhaling
with Alpha's poly-pantheistic
non-zero planetary zone
a Whole Open Organic System
of sacred potential wiki-feelings
Inter-religiously
red/bluegreen co-invested
veins and arteries
immigrants and emigrants
out and inside
transcendent and immanent
mono and polytheistic
yang and yintegral
ego and ecosystemic
co-operating EarthTribe sacraments.
Internal enlightening Awe
with external empowering Wonder
Full happier
and healthier me,
hotness We
co-relationships EarthBound sacred
tempered spaces
transparently inviting
co-invested communions.
Merry music from the radio, informing us that it's the season to be jolly;
Dad is out and about, making plans for next year's crops;
Mom is distributing chores to us 'rug rats', before we scatter;
The fragrance of bakery flows throughout the little block house;
Smoke from coal or wood is bursting out of the chimney top;
The two well-spaced butane-fed space heaters are also blasting.
It was often cold outside this time of year, but there's warmth inside.
Warmth provided by adequate heating as well as our grateful hearts.
Enchanting moments, treasured, memorable revisits, and forever cherished.
Such magic-like moments have come and gone, nevermore to return. But
Oh, the magic of memories, taking me back to early childhood Decembers.
So many of my December yesterdays were priceless, and made of these.
No cotton pickers, combines, big trucks, or trailers; the tractors are silenced.
The crops are all gathered, and every direction you look provides pure-blooded quiet. It may or may not snow, and the roads could get very icy, but we always had fun sliding.
In just a few more days, we would be happily out of school for our annual Christmas break. December. No work; No school; lots of play, and Christmas is not far away. What childhood heaven! Oh, Childhood. Where did you go?
113020PSCtest,Un-Rhy-Me Poetry, Brian Strand
Deshbhushan – my father’s name given on
Entrance of a temple where grandma in yawn
Sitting with twins – my father and uncle yon
Hilltop – crying were both – grandpa gone.
Buying some milk when came on lawn
He saw our saint named Shantisagar icon
Underneath a sacred tree praying at dawn.
She worried at weeping of children and bon.
Hurriedly came grandpa with water from Huron
Aiming to quench thirst of three since eon.
Now Shantisagarji Maharaj did withdrawn –
Jain munies never change in mediation
Any position – but for them came in agitation
Informing grandma the names in clarion,
None than Deshanbhushan and Kulbhushan.
Let’s please God with our faith* while growing biblically
Showing Christ-likeness believably
Revealing scriptural wisdom boldly
Presenting eternal life blissfully
Exposing heaven beautifully.
Let’s please God with our love while proclaiming His message confidently
Sharing the Gospel and salvation plan capably
Conveying Bible truths for Christian nourishment constantly
Illustrating discipleship lessons clearly
Explaining stewardship blessings conscientiously.
Let’s please God with our joy while heralding the good news of hope dutifully
Informing the lost of His truth’s assurance determinedly
Inspiring the discouraged of the Father’s care discerningly
Persuading the proud of the Spirit’s work decisively
Warning the skeptics of imminent judgments dauntlessly.
Let’s please God with our trust while communicating for Him earnestly
Standing with sanctified posture enthusiastically
Walking according to Spirit’s direction eagerly
Influencing others through good work’s gestures emphatically
Expressing sweet fellowship with the Lord endearingly.
Let’s please God with our sacrifice while delivering His tidings of peace faithfully
Enunciating “Thus saith the Lord” counsels factually
Asserting “Fear not” admonitions firmly
Uttering “The Lord is my shepherd” favourably
Saying “Even so, come, Lord Jesus” fervently.
Let’s please God with our service while exhorting believers gloriously
Voicing out the Saviour’s compassion gladly
Sounding battle cry against sin and hell’s wrath grimly
Instructing with precepts of holy living graciously
Verbalizing the great commission gratefully.
Let’s please God with our gratitude while declaring divine promises habitually
Praising His Deity in worshipping the Trinity heartily
Exalting His name in teaching His doctrines honestly
Honouring His presence in living for Him healthily
Testifying of His awesomeness in yielding to Him humbly.
*Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
March 15, 2020
(Turkish DOBAG rug)
Degrees of Soul
Awhile ago I got a Turkish rug that opened my eyes
To what real joy looks like
Transferred to one’s work.
In this rug I could see the soul of a weaver
Proud to be part of a tradition
She added to with each delicate knot.
And with my eyes so opened
I could clearly see by extension
The degree of soul of each work of art in my home.
And the range was startling
From nonexistent to brilliant glimpses
Into the creative Mind of the universe.
After a few days my vision grew foggy again
And the soul of all these pieces
Became once more hidden beneath the surface.
The window onto the essence of the Mind
Had closed taking with it the lucid vision
And sense of connection.
I was left apart but never separate
From the knowledge that soul truly exists
It’s mark on everything we do.
The degrees of soul are everywhere like this
Subtle and informing
Flavoring what it is we call quality of Life.
And so we live and breathe
Taking and giving an essence beyond words
Even when unconscious clearly manifest.
(11/14/24)
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Then clear illumination sunbeams were shining bright
Above in the shadows, prune-plum purple bone dry
So cold below, feeling nature has gone awry
Shivering, close the door to avoid frostbite despite
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Informing us of science knowledge, that nature can defy
The color purple and cold co-exist is the insight
Above in the shadows, prune-plum purple bone dry
Wondering what colors tonight will the moonlight supply?
Could there be colors to match aurora borealis after this skylight
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Each sunrise different, colors change, sometimes almost zip by
Mostly in the cold months purple, cobalt impresses a troglodyte
Above in the shadows, prune-plum purple bone dry
What will happen at sunset when we bid the sun goodbye?
Then in the morning what will we see at first light?
A rising sun casting apricot upon the eastern sky
Above in the shadows prune-plum purple bone dry
Written: 11/21/2022
Sponsor: Milton
His Room
by Edmund Siejka
During that long summer
The door to Dad’s room was never closed
Except at night
When he drifted
Into semi consciousness.
Wasn’t it only yesterday
He was in the kitchen
Reading the morning paper
Coffee by his side
Our conversation brief
“Have a good day” or
“Be careful driving
There’s too many crazies out there.”
Last month
A social worker called
Informing us that Dad’s health insurance was not “comprehensive.”
Meaning that the hospital bills would not be covered
I repeated that word ” comprehensive” to myself several times
Digesting its meaning
Comparing it to Dad
Who worked all his life
Raised a family
Lead a righteous life
And I wondered
Which part of Dad’s life was not comprehensive?
We debated whether he should go to hospice
Or brought home.
We brought Dad home.
His bedroom turned around
We took turns caring for him
My sister’s morning ritual was to
Comb his hair
Fluff pillows
Open windows
And a dutiful Granddaughter would place the morning newspaper
By her Grandpa’s side.
One early Saturday morning
We heard a deep gurgling sound
Running upstairs
We witnessed
His last moments
Eyes opened
Lips pressed together
He seemed to smile
And then he was gone.
Drawing the blanket to his chest
Someone retrieved the unread newspaper
As we quietly withdrew downstairs
To talk among ourselves.
one sent
to carry needs
back to Him
bearers of the word
to His people
a desirable gift
this sign from heaven
informing
of the truth of the Lord
a prophet like Moses
outside of the ordinary
beyond the usual
waiting on God
only moving
at the divine word
prompted
as the Lord lives
by the Holy Spirit
trusted
obeyed
&provided for
a prophet like Moses
one sent
to carry needs
back to Him
moving
only at the divine word
of the Lord
waiting
on God
being there
sensitive
with awareness
of the word
a living present
reality
visions
sights
appearances&likeness
speaking
His word
hear with my ears
fruit of His thoughts
vivid
&visual
the Lord is here
with
blessings
for the
river of life